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“Like?” she asked, crossing her forearms on the edge of the table so her hands dangled over her lap.

“Like, how we always got each other’s back, how we been connected at the hip almost since the first day we met. Just little things here and there and one day, it dawned on me that it was all building up to this moment.” He looked at me again with a smile, the golden chips in his irises glinting. “No regrets.”

The numbness faded to warmth and my heart swelled with love. Winking, I finished my cigarette, as well, and snubbed it out, using the butt to push the last couple remnants to burn.

“And you?” Bishop asked, gathering all the larger bags to put in the metal box. “What made you finally open your eyes and see what a stud muffin Dash was?”

Another snicker rolled through the group. “Kinda like what he said. A lot goes through your mind when you think you ain’t gonna live much longer. I just.” I heaved a sigh and leaned forward, a leg bouncing beneath. “He makes sense to me. Out of everyone in the world, there’s no one I trust more than him. He’s just perfect.”

“Yeah, he is,” she giggled, sitting back to cross her arms and legs. “The more I see you two together, it definitely makes sense.”

Frowning, I jutted my chin in her direction. “So, no hard feelings?”

She clucked her teeth and flipped a dismissive wrist. “Hell, naw. Besides, even if there was, would I tell you? I don’t even have my ears pierced, I don’t want no extra holes in this body.”

More laughter, the mood lifting again. The fire burning out, I pushed my chair back, stood, and went to the kitchen to wash the ashes down the drain. Making my way back to them, I set the dish in the center of the table, hovered over my chair, and dropped a kiss to Dash’s temple as I sat.

And no one said a goddamn thing. No one even batted a lash. I was still accepted! I was openly gay, in love with another man, and my closest friends didn’t care.

Curious, I decided to test the waters a bit. I combed my fingers through the hair at his temple, leaned into him, and kissed him on the mouth. He smiled and winked, dipping closer for another tiny peck before refocusing on the group.

Nothing!

Holy shit, this was fucking amazing! The threat Jackyl posed had been eliminated, I was now the leader of the Serpents alongside my best friend, we were in love, living together, raising a daughter and planning a future, my sister was coming home, and everyone was accepting my sexuality. How had this happened? Everything I’d ever dreamed of was coming true.

Life had never been so fucking amazing.

Chapter 49

Vincent da Silva

My arms under his, my palms spread across the sides of his face, our mouths together in a passionate kiss. My cock buried deep inside, I was rocking in and out, circling with every thrust. Sweat coating both of us, we seemed incapable of reaching that ultimate state of satisfaction tonight. Every time one of us came, we wanted more, and I was not complaining. My body was hurting, especially the ribs, but every tiny tinge of pain was worth it.

He groaned and rolled me to my back, his knees in the mattress on either side of my waist. Rising and falling at a leisure pace, he was now holding my face, our tongues swirling together. My touch caressing down his sides, I gently fisted his cock and stroked, my thumb pressing into the slit.

“Unh, fuck yeah, baby,” he smiled against my mouth, wiggling his ass to take me deeper.

Pleasure rippled through my system and I groaned, my eyes slightly rolling behind my closed eyelids. How was this real? Everything I’d ever wanted and was never able to have was suddenly mine, and I still sometimes thought I was dreaming. Not only was my entire fantasy gifted to me practically over night, but the man making my dreams come true was a full blown homophobic just a couple months ago.

His words from earlier echoing in my mind, a streak of fear shot through my gut, filling my head with doubts. A burst of panic hitting, I fisted his hair and wrenched him off, panting heavily while searching his features in the darkness. Startled at first, he just gulped and stared at me, confused.

Slowly, a smile spread across his mouth and he gyrated against me, tugging my cock inside his tight ass. A groan shook my chest, my stomach knotting. As I was floating back into that ecstasy haze, that nagging voice hit again, snapping me back into uncertainty. Tugging a second time, I glowered, everything inside going numb with dread.

He frowned and stilled, panting quickly. Rolling his shoulder to knock my arm away and release his hair, he bent over, cupping my nape. “Stop it,” he whispered, his thumb stroking behind my ear.

“What?” I answered just as quietly.

“Get outta your head, Vin. You’re brooding.”

My pulse skipped a beat, partially annoyed he knew me so well, partially thrilled. It was a bond built after years of friendship before shifting into lovers, a bond most couples didn’t have.

Our noses bumping, his tongue flicked out to my lips, a wicked half-grin pulling one side of his mouth. “I ain’t hiding you, babe. I think I’ve made it quite clear how much I love you.”

A shudder racked me to my core, the physical reaction so severe, it moved him and made our chins knock together. “But how?” I wheezed, squinting.

He snorted and shrugged. “Who cares, Vinny? I don’t care how or why, but I sure am glad it did cuz I ain’t never felt this before.”

I swallowed past the knot in my throat. “And what do you feel?”